Cake

Cake love

  Omg I've been gone forever.  I've been working on other projects, but I'm going to pick back up on this.  I just have writers block on this.  I need help guys.  Help me help you.  Cunt.
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  Gavin.  That's all I can think of.  The way his hair falls.  The way he laughs.  His smile.  The way he kind of sticks his chest out when he walks.  The way his voice is prepubescent.  He's so..... perfect.  But what I really like about him is his as--  I mean his.... you know... Cake.

  Gavin Valentine.  He can be my Valentine.  He is 3 years younger than me, but I don't care.  Age is a number.  I also think there is a four year rule or some shit like that. 

  Anyway, let's get back to my story of Makayla's love journey.  Well begin at HotTopic.
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  I should get a dress that will say 'love me daddy'.  Oh, wait, $50.  No way.  I could get two band tees with that.  I'll be emo.... thanks.  Why would anyone like me.  I dress in black most of the time and I have a horrible personality. 

  Maybe someone, someday, will see past that.  Breaking through your ribs to your heart. Okay Makayla stop quoting Ghost Town.  This is why your fucking pathetic now.  You've gained 5 pounds since term has resumed and it's only been 2 weeks.

  She's back.  The voice that tells me horrid things.  I guess that's why I am who I am today.  I relate to all the people who are hurting just as much as I am.  They just make it better for a while.

  Anyway, Gavin.  I hope he's the one.  He really gives me that vibe.  He pushes away the hair from his eyes to look at me.  No, he's not emo like me.  He's actually a jockey guy.  He plays football.  Number 55.  I think.  Stokely24  correct me on this if I'm wrong. 

  He wears his jogger pants along with a hoodie everyday.  Even in the hot weather.  He's just so amazing.  I don't know much about him, but just his looks shook me so hard even Shane Dawson isn't wanting to go home.
(If you got that reference, bless you.)

  I chose an outfit.  A white Palaye Royale shirt with fish net leggings to go under my Harry Potter skirt.  Along with a black heart necklace.

  "That'll be $97.32."
  Fuck.  Being emo is hard.  Merch is so expensive. 

  I'm doing this just for a guy.  Sick.

A/N. honestly,  this chapter is just ramble for an update.  I have a story to tell you guys.

  I though this guy, named Brandon,  actually liked me.  So I gave up on Gavin, which is why I quit writing, and fell for him.  He is just a slimey git of a snake.  He only wanted to date me for one thing.  Most of you know what that thing is.  One of my friends, Hannah, said that he had texted her the same day saying the same shit to me.  I thought he was for real, but he was just trying to play.  You have to understand,  he's not cute at all.  I was really desperate. All of my friends had boyfriends and I didn't.  So I thought what the heck.  Just do it. And I did.  I regret it all.  Now I cry, thinking of the things he took advantage of.  Just because I had the goods.  Not because of what I was feeling, nothing was about that.  In our conversations, all he ever wanted to talk about was me sending him pictures.  He's a loathsome, fowl, evil, little cockroach.  And his dick is tiny. Sorry to say, Brandon D.
   ~Yellow Omega💛